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Non Poems I walk into the bathroom, set up my boombox next to the tub, and undress. I slowly lower myself into the remarkably hot water. My pale, supple skin turns a dark pink as I begin to close my eyes. Oh painful existence. Why must I bare this horrible burden of life? I sink deeper into the water until my entire body is completely submerged. Here I am safe. Here I am calm and relaxed. Here I am... happy. Sweet peaceful serenity. But I know I must eventually surface to breathe. Back to reality. Back to the harsh, unloving world. Reluctantly I raise my head from the water. Reaching towards the sink, I grab a small pair of scissors. I rest one of my legs on a skinny ledge around the tub. I make a small cut along my thigh. And another. And another. Over and over, I lose control, balling, each cut getting longer and deeper. Hardly realizing it, I do the same to my other leg. After my legs are nothing more than bleeding, raw pieces of meat, I drop the scissors, shaking. I curl up into a little ball and sob. Somehow, this made me feel better. Now I’m ready to face another day.
I have done the same thing so many times that not even my fingers and toes can keep count(sigh). I suffer from depression as well but remember that their are others like you and me in the world, your not the ONLY ONE!!! but one thing i must admit is that when you write about your feelings it makes some really awesome poetry.....
my my my *hangs head* i have done that one to many times i never cut my legs that much but i would burn them with an eraser ten minutes before getting in the bath-tub and it hurts a lot and it sears through your entire leg tis a grand thing *hangs head lower* but i shouldn't do it i am running out of excuses for the cuts and scars and everyone knows better anyways oh well lifes hell anyways who cares what they think the never really truly care all they do is put on a false show of emotion because they like to pretend they are good people. then you get the people that show a little remorse then you look at their arms and legs and their cut up too. the only reason they show remorse is because of their empathy oh well....
Ashley i seee you are very depressed, very close to what i am at points. As you wrote down you are manic depressive. I'm bi-polar so i have an idea how much life blows. You shouldn't let life depress you soo much...
ps- what music were you listening too?